I sense the passage of time,
The warmth slowly fading from the room,
Replaced with dusks coolness.
I put my raised dots down and move across the room.
My sister has come and gone,
And I stub my toe on the chair she moved.
Dream lingers in the air, like the faint scent of love.
I close my eyes on the darkness,
And the voices echo in my mind.
I fade into sleep in my endless darkness,
And awake to the saltiness of tears in the night.
From eyes that have never seen.
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